Bad Date Diaries: We met, He threw up, Happily never after

Bad Date Diaries: We met, He threw up, Happily never after

I’m the Brett Favre of dating. I’ve threatened retirement so many times, people stopped paying attention. But last fall, I decided to give online dating one last shot. And I hit the jackpot. A human man in his 30s with a job who wants a relationship!? Record scratch? Could the low bar actually be high enough to limbo under!? I had to take a turn and see.

Our Country Is On Fire: Will it Burn to the Ground?

Our Country Is On Fire: Will it Burn to the Ground?

I feel lost. We all feel lost, right?  Our country is going down in flames. The news of the Orlando Massacre hit me with a slow burn... but over the past 2 days, I just can't get it together to stop feeling devastated and hopeless about the state of our country. Sadness is a familiar feeling. Hopeless is a new one.

Yes, And My Job DOES Matter.

Yes, And My Job DOES Matter.

I went on a first date a few months ago. In the midst of a nice chat in Prospect Park over bagel sandwiches and coffee, I asked my date: what did he do for a living? He replied that he was a consultant who advises on how to best help Syrian refugees.

“Wow,” I stuttered. “That’s incredible. Your job is important. It really matters.”
“And, what do you do?” he dutifully reciprocated. “Something equally impressive, I’m sure.”
“Um. I’m a comedian.”

New York Doesn't Have A Dating Problem. It Has A Humanity Problem.

New York Doesn't Have A Dating Problem. It Has A Humanity Problem.

I’d like to talk a little bit about faith. I’m not talking about religious faith or faith in God. I’m talking about faith in humanity. The kind of faith that I have had since I was a little girl: the faith in the goodness of others. My belief has always been that people are inherently good.  

Well, people of New York. You have killed that faith. Dating, specifically has killed that faith.